Shoshy Raphael: I’ll go. Consider it a part of my penance.Iavi: How are you going to get him up there?Shoshy Raphael: By using my ring! Also, Baggy Satan.Baggy Satan: Not so sure that’s a good idea, guv’ner.Shoshy Raphael: Of course it is. Now get us to the top of that mountain of goo![Baggy Satan sighs and grabs Edwin Cloudstar and Shoshy Raphael. Edwin Cloudstar deflects the blasts as much as he can, until they reach the top of the beast.]Edwin Cloudstar: Here I go.[Edwin Cloudstar drops and sinks through the goo, still holding the bomb, and disappearing from sight. Shoshy Raphael and Baggy Satan fly to the top of the Coliseum of the Stupid to watch what happens.]Baggy Satan: Shouldn’t you be down there?Shoshy Raphael: No. I’ve done more than enough, and I refuse to die here today.Baggy Satan: What about all the other blokes?Shoshy Raphael: After this… thing is dead and gone I’ll scour the bodies to find the other rings. Then I’ll wear them all. It should grant me great power. I doubt even the Stupid could stand to face me.[An explosion takes place at the core of Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew, causing him to be blown to bits. Edwin Cloudstar walks out of the totally ruined stadium, not looking at the explosion behind him. While everyone’s eyes are on the explosion, Shoshy Raphael and Baggy Satan sneak to the back of the group. Edwin Cloudstar, Shoshy Raphael, and Baggy Satan reach the group.]Iavi: Good job, kid! Quick thinking. I don’t think there’s any way that thing can come back now.Xavier Malcolm: Yeah, unless he becomes an energy being or something. What are the chances of that, though?Baco: Really! The chances of such a thing happening are at least a million to one!Antwon: Two million to one, perhaps!Bukake: Look! Something emerges from the danger zone![All look to see a ghostly image of Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew‘s face floating over the stadium. It unleashes two crackles of energy, totally vaporizing the Coliseum of the Stupid and the Hippodrome of Lamp Prime.]Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew: I have become more than mortal! You have aided me to shed my fragile shell and now I exist as pure thought, pure energy! Taste my wrath![The Bear Machine,, its googly eyes shaking, begins shooting bears out with such ferocity that they fly at the energy.]Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew: There was once a time when I would grant you mercy, but that time is gone, lifetimes ago!Mike P: That was like an hour ago!Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew: No matter![Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew vaporizes the Bear Machine, and Purga the Demon-Thing.]Iavi: What the hell?Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew: He was plotting, as you all are! I will destroy each and everyone one of you!Iavi: Champions. Idea time.Mike P: He’s made of pure energy, right?Iavi: Yes, yes.Mike P: I absorb energy.Iavi: Yes![Fadeaway is vaporized.]Mike P: Only, it’s a passive thing. I need Shoshy Raphael to shoot me with his fire, and maybe Purple Lamp to shield me on the way up.Xavier Malcolm: Of cour —[Xavier Malcolm is cut off due to being vaporized, along with Baco and Antwon.]Owen Reilly: Okay![Bukake and Logan Keanu Solo are vaporized.]Iavi: Hurry, before we —[Iavi is vaporized, along with Xig.]Shoshy Raphael: Fly, you fool![Owen Reilly puts Shoshy Raphael and Mike P in one of his bubbles. As they fly up, Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew is too busy vaporizing Edwin Cloudstar, the Animajor, Baggy Satan, and Jihad Man to care much about them. They reach the top and Mike P flies into the heart of Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew.]Mike P: It’s… it’s all tingly!Shoshy Raphael: Are you ready?!Mike P: Do it![Shoshy Raphael begins blasting Mike P with fire, and as he absorbs the fire, he also absorbs the energy form of Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew. Mike P begins to pulsate with power.]Mike P: Keep it up! He’s almost done!Shoshy Raphael: I can’t! It’s burning my hand! I’ve never used it for so long before!Owen Reilly: I’ll help![Owen Reilly uses his lamp of power to insulate Shoshy Raphael’s hand from the fire. Soon, the energy form of Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew has almost completely dissipated.]Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew: You cannot destroy me! I will return, stronger than I was —[Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew is cut off by the last of his energy being channeled into Mike P. Shoshy Raphael lowers his hand.]Mike P: Purple Lamp! Make a funnel thing pointing at the sky![Owen Reilly does so, and Mike P shoots the energy through it. A faint “flargy margy dargy” can be heard being shot off into space.]Mike P: So we’re done?Shoshy Raphael: It would certainly appear that way.Owen Reilly: I’ll take us down.[The trio of champions land upon the bloody battlefield. Shoshy Raphael nudges a body with his foot.]Shoshy Raphael: It would appear we’re the only ones left alive.Owen Reilly: Hooray?Mike P: Sort of.[The Embodiments appear, and the champions tense up, despite being battle-weary and wounded.]Deity Guy: Calm down, calm down.Mike P: You sent Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew to try to kill us! It took all our powers to stop him!The Stupid: Yeah, you did us a favor, there.Shoshy Raphael: I’ll do you a favor after I find the other four rings, you vile creature![Shoshy Raphael bends down and picks up a charred hand.]Shoshy Raphael: No ring here!Lamp Prime: Really, guys. We’re not here to hurt you.Owen Reilly: Okay.[Owen Reilly sits down on the ground, legs crossed.]The Stupid: I’ll admit, that whole thing right there? It got a bit out of control towards the end there.Shoshy Raphael: Out of control? OUT OF CONTROL?! Everyone who came here is dead but the three of us! That’s not out of control, it’s genocide!Deity Guy: Nothing to worry about. Everything is balanced again now, so it’s all good.Mike P: Everyone is still dead.[In the realm between life and death, everyone has abandoned the line and begun milling around.]Barry, He Who is Death: All right. All right. God, there’s a lot of you. Okay, organize yourselves by age. Oldest first.[Brachiosaur stands defiantly at the back of the line, while Professor Nick stands at the front. After much conversation, everyone else just stands wherever.]Barry: Come on, there’s no way a dinosaur is older than a guy.Brachiosaur: Brachi!Barry: What?Wyandotte: He says he’s young at heart.Barry: I don’t want his heart, I want his soul. But whatever, don’t make my life any easier. Okay, what’s your name?Professor Nick: Professor Nick!Barry: Last name?[Professor Nick looks at him, befuddled.]Professor Nick: Nick?Barry: So your first name is Professor?Professor Nick: Oh, heavens no! That would be silly.Barry: So what is your first name?Professor Nick: Nick![Barry sighs and looks at the crowd, noticing several people who continually give him trouble such as Leo Leopolous and Mister Frink.]Barry: Are any of you not going to give me trouble with this?[There is a murmur of answers, all negative. Barry face-palms.]Barry: Okay. Okay. Let’s start with someone whose name doesn’t sound like a cartoon character. Steve Chaccierone. Why does that name sound so familiar?Steve the Chach: Dude!Barry: Oh god. Not one of you guys.Steve the Chach: Jon! J-Horn! Jay Jay! Look who it is! Tall skinny guy! All right!Jonathan Hortenz: Steve, that’s death.Steve the Chach: Wait, so you’re dead?Jonathan Hortenz: We’re all dead.Steve the Chach: Dude. Duuuuuuuuuude. Dude. Wait, wait. Remember that other time we met? At that party?Barry: Unfortunately.Steve the Chach: We can do Animaniacs!Barry: Be quiet about that!Elvin Clovar: Wait, I think I know the episode he’s referring to!Player One: Let us do Animaniacs!Steve the Chach: Yeah! We can challenge you![The crowd begins chanting “Animaniacs” and shouting about the Animaniacs rule. Barry sighs.]Barry: Fine. I need you all to think of a number between one and ten.Professor Nick: Thirty-seven!Brachiosaur: Brachi!Graves: Go to hell!Elvin Clovar: Negative six!Metallic Spheroid: Pi![Barry looks blankly at the crowd, a feat easily accomplished since he has no eyes.]Barry: What? You’re just a shape. No, no. Whatever. Oh hey, look at that. You all beat me. You all get to live.[As everyone pops back to the world of the living, three more arrive. Captain Zimball and Diamond Destiny, now fully clothed and holding hands, look around nervously. The Righteous Smidgen feels his throat.]Barry: Oh, come on! Where the hell did you three come from?[Diamond Destiny looks Barry over and immediately drops Captain Zimball’s hand, sidling up to Barry and rubbing her hand over his sleeve. As she does so, she becomes horrified as she realizes only bone is underneath.]Barry: Stop that, okay? Weren’t you three killed by Baggy Jesus whatever-his-face?Righteous Smidgen: No. It was Agent Villain.Barry: Really? You trusted someone with that name not to kill you. It’s your own fault. Please stop touching me, ma’am. I don’t even have any organs.[Diamond Destiny stops touching Barry and pouts her way over to Captain Zimball. He puts his hand on her shoulder and she brushes it off.]Barry: Anyway, I just let everyone else who died who wasn’t a time-clone pop back to the world of the living after they challenged me. You want to challenge me, or do you just want to go to the Afterlife?Righteous Smidgen: I think I’d rather live.Captain Zimball: I got things I need to do.Diamond Destiny: Let us live and I’ll give you your wallet back.[Diamond Destiny holds up a wallet, and Barry touches his pocket where his wallet, certainly, is not. Barry sighs, snaps his fingers, and his wallet is back in his pocket. He points to each of the dead in turn.]Barry: Biff. Zam. Pow. See you jerks later.[Back in the realm of the living, everyone suddenly pops back to life as if nothing ever happened.]Deity Guy: See? No one is dead!Mike P: But… what… how?Lamp Prime: I’m feeling sort of down again… Mister Lucky is still dead.[However, out of the shadows steps a familiar figure.]Mister Lucky: Did someone say Mister Lucky?[Elsewhere in the area, DoctorDerangemo teleports in, hurriedly brushing sandwich crumbs off his labcoat. Agent Villain slinks in next to the remaining agents of ZODIAC.]Mister Lucky: I was never dead! It was a clone!Shoshy Raphael: You inconsiderate fool! If you had just come clean about being alive, all of this could have probably been avoided!Mister Lucky: I needed to make sure Agent Villain and the Stupid weren’t up to no good.The Animajor: Did you find the Righteous Smidgen?Righteous Smidgen: They did! I guess the Stupid was, in fact, evil. You leave and you learn!Lamp Prime: You sure do![Everyone starts laughing heartily, save Mike P and Shoshy Raphael, who stare at the Embodiments and everyone else, who seem to not care that all the hardships experienced over the past few hours — indeed, the past few weeks — could have been avoided if one man hadn’t faked his death, and if another man had the good sense to realize that a being called the Stupid was, in fact, malevolent.]Shoshy Raphael: Really! What the bloody hell is this?Mike P: Seriously!Deity Guy: Okay, okay. Calm down. We have prizes for you three, and one more for the guy who’s the grand winner of this whole thing!The Stupid: First, Shoshy Raphael! If you really want to be the Embodiment of Evil, why not?Shoshy Raphael: Truly?The Stupid: Nope! You get this gold medallion! If you peel off the gold and look inside, look! It’s chocolate![Shoshy Raphael takes the chocolate, nibbles on it, and frowns.]Shoshy Raphael: Oh. Goodie.Deity Guy: Next, Mike P. We figured it was only fair for you to get a new resort.Mike P: Really? Maybe I was wrong —Deity Guy: Then we decided, nah! Why should we do that? Instead, here’s a gold medallion! If you peel the gold off this one, it’s chocolate![Mike P takes the chocolate and bites off a piece and chews. He scowls at the Embodiments.]Mike P: Gee. Thanks.Deity Guy: Is it good?Mike P:[angrily] It’s delicious.Lamp Prime: Finally, for Owen Reilly, here’s a gold medallion!Owen Reilly: Oh boy! Is it chocolate?Lamp Prime: It sure is!Owen Reilly: ALL RIGHT!Deity Guy: Now, for the final ultra-special prize. Mike P, you’re the ultra-winner since they kept going with your plans.Mike P: Hooray. I won this thing last year and you didn’t give me what I wanted.Deity Guy: Well, this year, you’re going to get a brand new resort on that island with all the heads!Mike P: Oh. Thanks. Now I feel bad for conning JJ into being willing to foot the bill.Deity Guy: As well you should! Congratulations! Now then, we hope everyone had a good time here this year, we’ll see you back next year for another tournament!Iavi: Wait, that’s it? Everything’s all hunky-dory and everyone is friends again?Lamp Prime: Pretty much.Iavi: All right.Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew: Toodles, everyone![Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew begins dancing a jig, and everyone claps and laughs. Mike P and Shoshy Raphael look in in disbelief, but as the now benign and diminutive bear continues, they both shrug and allow themselves to smile. As Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew dances, various beings are transported back to their homes.]

[Meanwhile, on the air submarine…]DoctorDerangemo: We’re going to crash! Hahahaha!! Isn’t this FUN?!Captain Zimball: No, this shit ain’t fun at all! The hell’s goin’ on out there?![Diamond Destiny grips for Captain Zimball’s crotch, but Captain Zimball moves fast enough to avoid her errant hand.]Captain Zimball: Damn, girl, shit ain’t right. We about to die!Diamond Destiny: I don’t care! I’ve never had a black man before, and I won’t die without experiencing the joys of one!Captain Zimball: I ain’t never had a white girl before, neither…[Neither really caring or knowing that the other one is lying, Captain Zimball looks deep into Diamond Destiny’s glittering green eyes, and she into his dark brown eyes. Without warning, the air submarine dives as Captain Zimball and Diamond Destiny meet in a lusty embrace. DoctorDerangemo stands by and watches for a moment as the two strip naked before him. DoctorDerangemo‘s expression goes from disgusted to blank, then his eyes light up.]DoctorDerangemo: That reminds me! I need to clean the oven! Off to the kitchen![As DoctorDerangemo leaves, Agent Villain slides in, the shadows covering his movement. He pulls a gun from the holster at his side and screws the silencer into the barrel. Two pulls of the trigger later, Captain Zimball and Diamond Destiny are dead, theirs becoming the ultimate story of coitus interruptus. Agent Villain walks over to the ship’s console, kicking the bodies as he goes, and sits down. Immediately, he takes control of the weapons and starts pushing buttons. The ship’s lasers blast away bits and pieces of Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew‘s gray matter, causing more chaos outside. Agent Villain chuckles to himself as he imagines the sweet destruction that will ensue as a result of his machinations — that is, he imagines this until a familiar voice calls from behind him.]Mister Lucky: I knew I’d find you here, Agent Villain. Time to put and end to your evil once and for all![Earlier…]Loveland Frog: So, uh, what’ll you have? Ribbit.[At the center of the chaos stands a small pub built with scrap metal, stray boulders, and wooden planks left over from the ill-fated war a few rounds ago. Bottles of alcohol adorn the shelf, each lifted from Deity Guy’s liquor closet. Behind the counter stands the Loveland Frog, his once-pristine tuxedo now ripped and tattered as a result of minor quakes and cave-ins due to the violence outside. Sitting at the splintered wooden tables are the stripper-turned-thief Diamond Destiny, the members of the bar-hopping super team known as Danger Force, Tom and Brendan Phillipson, and the mad scientist DoctorDerangemo. Standing at the counter is Captain Zimball, freelance sea captain, zombie hunter extraordinaire, and member of the Astounding Superhero Syndicate.]Captain Zimball: Rum.[The most calm and collected member of Danger Force, J-Mike, approaches the counter quietly — his scars, tattoos, army camoflauge pants, and leather jacket painting him as a complete bad ass. After the Loveland Frog gives Captain Zimball his drink, Captain Zimball takes a seat at a table near the Philipsons and Diamond Destiny. Captain Zimball looks at Diamond Destiny, catches her eye, and winks as he holds up his drink, smiling. Diamond Destiny huffs, pouting her lips, and turns her head away to look at the Danger Force: the suave and alluring member, T-Bone; the ruggedly handsome and charismatic R-Man; the persuasive and intellectually intense J-Jeff; the massive, muscular giant called Chops; and, at the counter, the bad boy bad ass known as J-Mike. DoctorDerangemo sips absently at his ginger ale, his mind occupied with an electronic Sudoku puzzler. Captain Zimball smirks to himself, shakes his head, takes a swig of his rum, and listens to the conversations.]Tom Phillipson: No, dude, you don’t understand. The Holocaust didn’t happen.Brendan Phillipson: I respectfully disagree.Loveland Frog: And what can I —J-Mike: Yeah, heya, Kermit. Listen, I’m gonna need a rum and coke. Hold the fucking ice, though. That shit bruises the alcohol, you know?[J-Jeff, overhearing the conversation behind him, turns away from his Danger Force comrades and speaks, the alcohol in his blood pushing his ability to argue his point elegantly beyond what is normally considered human.]J-Jeff: Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. What the fuck do you mean? Of course the Holocaust happened.Tom Phillipson: Nuh uh. Didn’t happen.J-Jeff:[turning his chair to face Tom] Bullshit. Explain.[The Loveland Frog turns his back to J-Mike and mixes his drink.]Loveland Frog: That’ll be two dollars, ribbit.J-Mike:[pulling out his checkbook] Two bucks? You better make a damn good drink, Frenchy. Take a check?Loveland Frog: No. Cash only.[Brendan Phillipson throws his hands up in the air and gets up from the table. He approaches the counter. Back at the Danger Force table, T-Bone slides his tongue in and out of his mouth, insinuating cunilingus in the direction of Diamond Destiny. R-Man chugs Russian Stout after Russian Stout in an attempt to gain clarity through inebriation. Chops shovels handful upon handful of crab legs into his mouth. Tom Phillipson continues to argue with J-Jeff.]Tom Phillipson: Like, it’s so obvious. Remember all the videos of the Holocaust?J-Jeff: Of course I do. That shit’s been burned into my mind. I couldn’t forget it if I wanted.Tom Phillipson: Well, notice how no one was dancing around when they were rescued?J-Jeff: Uh, yeah. Yeah, I do.Tom Phillipson: If the Holocaust happened, why weren’t the victims celebrating?[If J-Jeff’s eyes shot lasers, his glare would bore a hole into Tom Phillipson’s skull.]J-Jeff: That’s the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.Tom Phillipson: No need to be profane, dude. If you disagree, be respectful —J-Jeff: No, fuck that, and fuck you. You know why no one was celebrating? Because they hadn’t fucking eaten in three years, that’s why!Tom Phillipson: That’s not true, though. It’s on record that they were fed sawdust and stuff.[Brendan Phillipson taps the counter impatiently with his two golden presidential dollars.]Brendan Phillipson: Ahem.J-Mike: Cash only? What the fuck?Loveland Frog: Yes, cash only. We’re on the verge of apocalypse. Ribbit. Checks and credit are no good here.J-Mike: I don’t fucking believe this.Brendan Phillipson: AHEM.J-Mike:[turning to Brendan Phillipson] What the fuck do you want, freckles?Brendan Phillipson: Hey, don’t be so defensive.J-Mike: Defensive? I’ll show you defensive.[J-Mike grabs an empty beer bottle from the counter and breaks it over Brendan Phillipson’s head. The freckled conspiracy theorist falls to the ground, his head pouring blood and his eyes welling with tears. J-Mike takes the two gold dollars left behind and slides them to a now nervous Loveland Frog.]J-Mike: Here’s your two fucking dollars. Where’s my God damned rum and coke?[Back at the tables, Captain Zimball closes his eyes and imagines he’s somewhere else. DoctorDerangemo mouths false obscenities such as “tiddlywinks” in anger at his electronic sudoku puzzle. Diamond Destiny and T-Bone embrace as Diamond Destiny picks T-Bone’s pockets. R-Man and Chops laugh at the argument between J-Jeff and Tom Phillipson.]J-Jeff: Sawdust? SAWDUST? You little fucking prick, I should turn you inside-out for even thinking that sawdust is a part of a balanced fucking diet.Tom Phillipson: Okay, you know what? You’re really not playing nice, here, so I’m just going to get up and walk away.[Tom Phillipson leaves the table and walks across the room to the bathroom. After about a minute, J-Jeff, with a look of determination on his face, follows Tom Phillipson into the bathroom. As the door swings, all that can be heard is J-Jeff screaming “The Jews!” Back at the counter, the Loveland Frog takes the money and hands J-Mike his rum and coke. J-Mike takes one sip, then spits it out in Loveland Frog’s face. J-Mike’s face grows red, and his tattoos seem to writhe on his body. He grabs Loveland Frog by the collar of his tuxedo and pulls the amphibian’s face close to his.]J-Mike: THERE’S ICE IN THIS![J-Mike drops the Loveland Frog and, jerking his arm back, launches a powerful right hook into the face of the bipedal cryptid, felling him instantly. J-Mike pours the contents of the glass onto the Loveland Frog, then throws the empty glass against the wall. As if on cue, the door to the bar swings open, and all patrons stare at the doorway. In steps the black-clad Agent Villain, his eye scanning the premises. It fixes on DoctorDerangemo. Agent Villain turns around and speaks to a shadow-covered figure standing in the doorway behind him.]Agent Villain: He’s here. Care to do the honors?[All eyes in the bar are on Agent Villain as he steps through the door. The color drains from the faces of all the patrons except DoctorDerangemo as the shadow-covered figure follows, the light of the bar revealing the brown-suited form of Mister Lucky.]Mister Lucky: Doctor Derangemo, we need your help — to save the world!DoctorDerangemo:[grinning wildly and placing his puzzle on the table] This is about the monster outside, isn’t it?Mister Lucky: I’m afraid so. And what we need is —DoctorDerangemo: Why, of course! It’s obvious, isn‘t it? You need me to lead you to my most wondrous invention yet!Mister Lucky: If you want to call it that, sure.[Tom Phillipson approaches Mister Lucky.]Tom Phillipson: Uh, you’re supposed to be dead.Mister Lucky: Supposed to be, but I’m not. Anyway —Brendan Phillipson:[on the ground, working through the tears] No, you’re dead. There was a funeral and everything.Mister Lucky: I know, I was there. Anyway —Tom Phillipson: How are you alive right now?Mister Lucky: Look, I don’t have time to explain, okay?Agent Villain: It was a clone. The coward makes clones of himself so he doesn’t have to face his own mortality.Mister Lucky: Oh, that’s great. Thanks for revealing my secret — about the clones, anyway. I‘m not afraid of dying.Agent Villain: Really? Is that why you disabled Lamp Prime’s atomic bomb in Round Two? Because you’re not afraid of death?Mister Lucky: Graves and Vinny are both idiots. You know that. They would have killed everyone!Agent Villain: I almost forgot that you also took a peek at your funeral. Afraid no one would show up? Or maybe you were hoping that your estranged son would show up, perhaps? Pathetic.Mister Lucky: That was morbid curiosity. And you can leave Lucky Charms out of this, you jerk. But wait, there’s more! You’re a hypocrite!Agent Villain: What?Mister Lucky: It’s true, and you know it! You yourself are afraid of death! That’s why you deserted the armies of The Stupid!Agent Villain: Ridiculous. I saw that The Stupid’s plan would ultimately fail, so I betrayed him by giving plans for his Coliseum to Deity Guy and Lamp Prime.Mister Lucky: Nice story. You’ve probably been telling yourself variations of it since that bunker incident in Berlin, haven’t you?Agent Villain:[pulling a knife from a sheath at his side] For someone who fears oblivion, you seem to have quite the death wish. And I have no problem granting that wish — a second time.Mister Lucky:[putting his fists up] Make no mistake, Agent Villain — though you’re welcomed to help, I don’t need you. So if you want to settle our score right here and right now, I’m more than willing to oblige you.[Captain Zimball, unable to listen to the bickering anymore, stands up and puts himself between the two champions.]Captain Zimball: The fightin’ can wait. Ya’ll said something’ about savin’ the world?[DoctorDerangemo jumps to his feet and springs forward, landing in front of Captain Zimball like a Warner Brothers cartoon character.]DoctorDerangemo: Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Saving the world — with my machine! The world’s first and only air submarine! Come, let’s have a look at it![DoctorDerangemo runs to the door of the bathroom and into it. Captain Zimball, Mister Lucky, and Agent Villain follow him into the bathroom. A bit dazed from her dry-humping session with T-Bone and noticing Mister Lucky, Diamond Destiny follows the others into the bathroom. DoctorDerangemo enters the third stall on the left and, once the others are present, pushes the flushing mechanism. The ceiling opens and several human-sized tubes drop from the ceiling, surrounding each. Like a capsule in an office mailroom, the human cargo is then sucked up and into the tubes. Through twists and around turns they fly, each fluidly moving through the system with minimal trouble — the only exception being Diamond Destiny, whose buxom chest occasionally causes her to get stuck. At journey’s end, each is deposited in the windowed cockpit of a large vessel. Though nauseous, each passenger — save Diamond Destiny — rises to their feet and can’t help but marvel at the workmanship and ingenuity of this madman’s ship.]DoctorDerangemo:[Throwing his arms out] Gentlemen, I welcome you to the most marvelous ship you’ve ever seen… the air submarine!Mister Lucky: Wow. It’s, uh, pretty great. Hey, where are we?DoctorDerangemo: My lab, of course!Mister Lucky: Castle Valerium?DoctorDerangemo: No, no, my boy. My lab — in this dimension! It was my belief that when the war began, we would be stuck in this dimension for quite some time. Thus, I used my dimensional transference ray to, well, transfer some of my stuff from our dimension to this one.Agent Villain:[looking at the panels] Hm. Not quite a submarine. More like a stealth jet.DoctorDerangemo: Nonsense! It’s a submarine — that flies through the air! And is equipped with lasers! Just like a submarine!Agent Villain:[after a pause] As I said.[DoctorDerangemo grins maniacally, then shifts his expression to that of depression as he looks around the room.]DoctorDerangemo: Oh, no. This won’t do at all.Mister Lucky: What is it?DoctorDerangemo: Tampon-Bot is gone! Destroyed in the chaos, no doubt. Why, who will fly the ship?Captain Zimball: Look, I don’t know nothin’ about savin’ the world, and I don’t know nothin’ about no air submarines — but one thing I do know is that I can captain anything based on nautical tech and that there’s a giant… whatever that thing is out there, tearin’ my friends apart. If you need someone to captain this boat, I’m your guy.[Diamond Destiny slowly and graugily gets up, her breasts jiggling as she does.]Diamond Destiny: Oh, I don’t feel so good…[All turn around immediately to face her.]Captain Zimball: Who let the lady on my ship?Diamond Destiny: Huh? What lady?Captain Zimball: I ain’t flyin’ this thing if there’s a lady onboard. It’s bad luck.Mister Lucky: Don’t be silly. That’s an old superstition, and besides, you’ve got Mister Lucky onboard — the luckiest man in the world!Diamond Destiny:[holding her head and stumbling towards Mister Lucky] Speaking of getting lucky… for five dollars, I’ll show you how lucky you are that I came, Mister. See what I did there? [giggles lightly, sounding as though intoxicated, and falls into Mister Lucky’s arms.]Agent Villain: Heh. Go get her, loverboy.Mister Lucky:[dropping Diamond Destiny and grabbing the wallet that she just pilfered from his pocket] Uh heh, wow. That’s, uh, a great offer, but we need to get underway.DoctorDerangemo: Good, then it’s settled! Let’s go save the world![Captain Zimball sits at the captain’s chair and grabs hold of the nautical wheel, spinning it.]Captain Zimball: Still think it’s bad juju to have a woman onboard…[Massive flames spray out of the back and underside of the vessel as Captain Zimball pushes a large red button in the center of the wheel. Above them, the hanger doors open and the firelight of chaos and destruction greets the passengers through the windows of the cockpit. As they rise into the air, they see the giant, monstrous form of Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew in the distance. With the push of the large blue button on the wheel, the ship’s cloaking device activates, making the ship itself and all inside invisible.]Captain Zimball:[turning around to face the others] So, what’s the plan?[DoctorDerangemo steps forward to a panel on the lower deck. After punching in a sequence of numbers, he presses a flashing green button an fires a small rocket at the monster. In the distance, a miniscule puff of smoke can be seen.]DoctorDerangemo: That should buy us some time. Now, if you gentlemen would kindly fill us in on the details…?[Meanwhile, down below, Talia Andreos, DoctorDerangemo‘s lab assistant, notices a sparkle out of the corner of her eye.]Talia Andreos: What in the…[As she squints, she can make out a white figure flying through the air at supersonic speeds. Within seconds, she recognizes the form and grabs Gerald’s sleeve, pulling on it vigorously.]Talia Andreos:[pointing, excited] Look, up in the sky!Gerald: That’s really old, and really played out.Talia Andreos:[smacking Gerald on the back of the head] No, dipstick, seriously. Look up in the sky.[Gerald looks up and sees the figure. Immediately, his heart soars and he can’t help but smile.]Gerald: It’s him! It’s Free Comic Book Day Man![Through the sky he darts like a streak of white lightning, plummeting on the straight and narrow and slamming into Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew‘s shoulder. The monster lets out a pained roar as Free Comic Book Day Man punches his way into the wound and digs out a small rocket containing some copies of Free Comic Book Day issues of “Sabrina the Teenage Witch Trials”. Below, the crowd cheers — but the cheers turn to gasps of horror as the giant monster slams Free Comic Book Day Man into the ground with his humongous fist, grinding the pavement before pulling away. Horrified, Talia Andreos runs up to Free Comic Book Day Man’s limp, lifeless body. Holding him by the shoulder, she cries out in rage and frustration as she lifts his head to her chest. The rage and frustration quickly turns to pain and agony, however, as Free Comic Book Day Man’s yellow acidic blood burns through Talia Andreos’s clothes and skin, leaving in its place a limp, lifeless, deformed corpse.]Mister Lucky: Thanks to some research on my part —Agent Villain: Research? You mean the information I gave you, right?Mister Lucky: That, and the research I did on my own which confirms that your information is correct —Agent Villain: Of course it’s correct.Mister Lucky: Look, gentlemen, the embodiments have gone mad. This thing — this Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew, as they call it — is itself from a different dimension.Agent Villain: Supposedly, it was chosen because the embodiments felt it held within the fabric of its existence the essences of our entire universe —Mister Lucky: The essences of a bear, a monkey, a Jesus, a Jew, a homosexual, a robot, a leprechaun, a Purple Lamp, and a hobo. Did I miss anything?Agent Villain: It doesn’t really matter.Mister Lucky: Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew was meant to be the final challenge for the champions of each bracket.Agent Villain: In order to make the creature seem more powerful, Deity Guy commissioned a machine to be built.DoctorDerangemo: A machine that captures ghosts and turns them into energy!Agent Villain: Yes.Mister Lucky: How do you know that?Agent Villain: Since you, heh, did your research, you should know.Mister Lucky: Oh, right. Derangemo built that machine, too.[DoctorDerangemo smiles proudly as everyone else stares at him with annoyance.]Agent Villain: The power upgrade to the creature was supposed to stop there. But, as their thirst for vengeance against each other and, later, against their own champions grew, the embodiments surmised that perhaps the creature could be made even more powerful by giving it their own powers.Captain Zimball: But if what you said is true, Baggy Jesus O’Leary —Mister Lucky: O’Malley.Captain Zimball: Yeah, he still shouldn’t be rampaging, since the fight was s’posed to be fake.Agent Villain: Heh. You have The Stupid to thank for that one.Mister Lucky: He tricked the Righteous Smidgeon, a superhero that can shrink to atomic levels, into invading the creature’s brain and running amok.Agent Villain: The result of his meddling is what you see outside.Diamond Destiny:[twirling some chewing gum on her finger] So, why don’t the embodiments take their powers back? Or something?Mister Lucky: A surprisingly good question. We believe that, once they give the power away, it must either return to them naturally or it must be given back to them willingly.Agent Villain: That’s why we must kill the creature at all costs.Mister Lucky: No! We talked about this! Violence isn’t in the creature’s nature, Agent Villain! I mean, it saved Gerald and Bahige from the Paci Custodis in the first round. It’s normally peaceful or, at the very least, somewhat benign. So no killing. What we need to do is get the Righteous Smidgen out of its head. Once we do that, its other-dimensional brain will be allowed to heal naturally.Captain Zimball: Then what’re we waitin’ for? Let’s go in there and pick him up!DoctorDerangemo: Yes! We’ll enter through the ear canal and ride through his body, like in “Fantastic Voyage”! Oh, how I love that movie!Mister Lucky: That’s precisely the plan. Zimball, can you get us in there?Captain Zimball: The wheel ain’t that responsive, but what we gotta lose?Mister Lucky: That’s the spirit![Captain Zimball navigates the air submarine towards Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew‘s ear, the monster seemingly unaware of the soon-to-be invasive ship.]Captain Zimball: Damn thing keeps moving!DoctorDerangemo: Push the green button![Captain Zimball does so, and smooth jazz plays through the ship’s speakers.]Captain Zimball: What the hell is this supposed to do?DoctorDerangemo: Nothing. I just felt that we could do with some music.Captain Zimball: Whatever. You got shields on this thing?DoctorDerangemo: Push the green button!Captain Zimball: I just pushed the damn green button!DoctorDerangemo: Yes! Push it again![Captain Zimball sighs and pushes the button again. The jazz turns to house techno, the lights dim, and a strobe light descends from the ceiling. On the outside of the air submarine, shields are raised and a small HUD appears to show shield integrity.]Captain Zimball: That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout![With newfound confidence, Captain Zimball flies directly into Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew‘s ear canal. Once they are safely inside, Mister Lucky and DoctorDerangemo stand to each side of Captain Zimball to study this magnificent sight.]DoctorDerangemo: Oh my! It’s filled with incredibly old pizza!Mister Lucky: How bizarre.Captain Zimball: You two ladies quit gabbin’ and tell me how to get to the brain.DoctorDerangemo: Second star to the right, and straight on ’til morning!Captain Zimball: The hell?Mister Lucky: No, I think he’s right. Look![Mister Lucky points outside and there are several dozen pizza stars floating within Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew. Captain Zimball navigates for whatever pizza star could be considered the second to the right, and continues straight. As he navigates through them, he deftly steers around chunks of ancient pizza until hitting another smaller canal, one which is free of debris. He slows the air submarine down and as the exterior becomes dark, a light appears in the distance.]DoctorDerangemo: See? Darkness, and then light! Night, and then morning!Captain Zimball: Whatever you say, you crazy-ass cracker.[They head towards the light, eventually popping out in the cavity which houses Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew‘s now giant brain. Mister Lucky and DoctorDerangemo stare out the window until one of them sees a figure stomping around.]Mister Lucky: There! Set her down![Captain Zimball complies, not landing on the brain, but hovering above it.]Mister Lucky: You got anything in this tub for us to go down there?DoctorDerangemo: No. Why would I? It’s an air submarine. Feel free to use the sound system, if you like.Mister Lucky: Will it work through fluids?DoctorDerangemo: Didn’t you hear me? It’s an air submarine!Mister Lucky: So there’s no fluid out there? Only air?DoctorDerangemo: Of course![Mister Lucky takes a moment to process this, something which is altogether new and unpleasant for him. He shakes his head quickly and goes to the door.]Mister Lucky: Okay! Villain, Derangemo, you’re coming with me!Agent Villain: The great Mister Lucky, asking help from his greatest enemy and a mad scientist.DoctorDerangemo: I’m not mad! Slightly peeved, perhaps, but not mad!Agent Villain: The point stands.Mister Lucky: I don’t need you for anything, but I also don’t trust you one bit. Now come on! How do we get down there?[DoctorDerangemo pulls a chain hanging from the ceiling, and a hatch opens up on the floor. A curvy slide unfolds downward.]DoctorDerangemo: Me first![DoctorDerangemo slides down the slide.]Mister Lucky: I’d say age before beauty, but I’ve got you beat in both. So why don’t you go next so you don’t stab me in the back on the way down?Agent Villain: How do you know I won’t kill you when you slide down?Mister Lucky: You’re right. Think fast![Mister Lucky tackles Agent Villain and the pair grapple as they slide down. When they hit gray matter, Mister Lucky stands up and jumps away from Agent Villain. Agent Villain stands up and sneers at Mister Lucky, brushing himself off.]Agent Villain: A lucky strike.Mister Lucky: Petulence doesn’t become you. Now come on, we’ve got a giant rampaging monster to stop![The three trek over to the Righteous Smidgen, a task which takes nearly twenty minutes due to Mister Lucky’s continual need to make sure Agent Villain isn’t trying anything and the need to make sure DoctorDerangemo stays on task. Mister Lucky walks up with his hands help upward, all the while the Righteous Smidgen is attacking the brain.]Mister Lucky: Hey there!Righteous Smidgen: What? Who are you?Mister Lucky: That’s not important right now! What is important is that you’re putting the lives of dozens, maybe even hundreds, of people at risk!Righteous Smidgen: I don’t believe you. The Stupid said that I had to do this to stop this creature from killing everyone.Mister Lucky: No, that’s not right at all! The Stupid is an evil, evil being! The Embodiment of Evil, in fact! You can’t trust him any farther than you can throw him!Righteous Smidgen: Still don’t believe you. The only people here who have earned my trust are the Animajor and the Stupid. Maybe Shoshy Raphael, but only because he seems to like the Animajor. Not you, whoever you are.Mister Lucky: Really? You trust those guys but not me? What’s wrong with you?!Righteous Smidgen: Nothing. Just doing what I think is right.Mister Lucky: Well, it’s not right! In fact, Shoshy Raphael is out there right now trying to make sure that this hellbeast doesn’t kill anymore people![The Righteous Smidgen pauses for a moment.]Righteous Smidgen: Is the Animajor all right?Mister Lucky: Not gonna lie, he’s probably dead by now.Righteous Smidgen: Oh no. What have —DoctorDerangemo: Are you going to be done soon, Mister Lucky?Mister Lucky: Yes, hold your horses!Righteous Smidgen: Hold on, Mister Lucky? My father told me about you! You helped the Paragon People a few times, right? You even tried to join them with some lame superhero identity.Mister Lucky: Oh, God. Yes. Yes! That was me!Righteous Smidgen: And then, after the war, you took on the identity of Professor Merciless and attacked the world again and again and again, requiring the Paragon People to stop you every single time![Agent Villain smirks.]Agent Villain: Why, Mister Lucky, I had no idea.Mister Lucky: It needed to be done! How do you know about that, though? Your pop vanished before then!Righteous Smidgen: The Stupid told me. Why should I trust someone I know to be a super-villain?Mister Lucky: Oh, for the love of —Righteous Smidgen: Don’t bother finishing that thought.Mister Lucky: You try and talk some sense into the kid, Villain!Righteous Smidgen: Agent Villain? I’ve only heard good things about you.[Agent Villain grits his teeth at the revelation.]Mister Lucky: Yes! So please, tell him all the stuff is true about him causing this thing to kill everyone!Agent Villain:[Half-heartedly] Hey, uh, Righteous Smidgen? It’s all true. [to Mister Lucky] There. Happy now?Mister Lucky: Almost.Righteous Smidgen: Well, I have no reason to doubt the word of Agent Villain. Let’s go.Mister Lucky: Now I’m happy. Come on, let’s blow this pop stand![The quartet head back to the ship. Meanwhile, Barry, He Who is Death, is on his way to the tournament.]Barry: God. So late. So freaking late. It’s all that stupid horse’s fault. Azrael’s going to kill me.[Barry pauses for a moment and thinks about his last statement, then lets out one loud ha. He looks around him and sees the ebbing and flowing of the realm between life and death.]Barry: Damn traffic. Why is it so busy here? Going to be so late. Wait a second.[Barry looks over and sees a figure in a black hooded robe sitting at a table. A line is forming in front of the table. There are several robots in the line, including Tampon-Bot and Perverto.]Tampon-Bot: I thought I’d be happy dying, but I’m not.Perverto: Where are the naked angels?Fake Fred: Next!Tampon-Bot: That would be me.Fake Fred: Okay, Barn, off you go.[Tampon-Bot disappears into Limbo. Fake Fred ticks the name off his list.]Fake Fred: Next!Perverto: L-O-L! The great Perverto will be mourned by many!Fake Fred: Sure thing, Barn.[Perverto vanishes into Limbo, and Fake Fred ticks the name off his list.]Barry: I’ve seen enough.[Barry marches over to the table and seizes the list, only to notice that every single name is some variation of Barney. Fake Fred looks up at him.]Fake Fred: Why’d you take my list, Bernie? I need that or Osama’s going to be mad at me.Barry: You’re not a reaper! You shouldn’t be doing this!Fake Fred: Just doing my job, Boffo. Need to get enough to hit capacity.Barry: No, it’s not your job! It’s my job! Besides, you’ve been accepting robot souls! We don’t do robot souls, there’s a whole other thing for robots!Fake Fred: Gee, Barney, you need to calm down.Barry:[Looking over the paperwork] My name’s not Barney! It’s Barry! And I will not calm down, especially when you’ve apparently been sending everyone to Limbo, which isn’t bad, but it’s not great! They’ll just be back here in an hour wondering what to do.Fake Fred: It’s my first day, Binky.Barry: It’s also your last day! Now then, where are you on this list… wait a second. You’re not on this list. You’re not even dead!Fake Fred: Nope.Barry: Then get out![Barry points at Fake Fred, who vanishes in a bluish flame, returning to the world of the living. The table vanishes as well, but Barry still has his list. Sure enough, all those who Fake Fred sent to Limbo begin to reappear.]Barry: At least his mess won’t be that hard to fix.Fake Fred: That sure is good news, Bartholomew.[Barry slowly turns to see Fake Fred standing before him. Barry looks at his list and the names are starting to correct themselves, with every new name being an actual name. The newest name, however, is Fake Fred. Barry groans.]Barry: This is going to be the longest shift ever.[Back at the air submarine, the quartet have boarded and entered the ship’s kitchen.]Mister Lucky: …and that’s when I found Villain and Derangemo and we set out to stop you from messing with Baggy Jesus O’Malley.Righteous Smidgen: It doesn’t seem to have done much good.Mister Lucky: Derangemo said it’d take a little while for his mind to heal. Anyway —[Suddenly, a shockwave hits the ship.]Captain Zimball: What the hell was that?Mister Lucky: We should get to the cockpit!Diamond Destiny: I’d like to get to your cockipit, loverboy.Mister Lucky: Given the current circumstances, that’s highly inappropriate.DoctorDerangemo: Far be it from me to be the voice of reason, but less flirting and more moving, everyone! My precious ship is at stake!Agent Villain: Right. Uh, me and the Smidgen will be right along.Mister Lucky: Well, okay. Hurry up, though.[Mister Lucky, Diamond Destiny, Captain Zimball, and DoctorDerangemo all head towards the cockpit. After they’ve all gone, Agent Villain pulls out a knife.]Agent Villain: One last thing, Smidgen.Righteous Smidgen: What’s that?[Agent Villain smiles. In the cockpit, DoctorDerangemo looks out the window.]DoctorDerangemo: It would appear that Baggy Jesus O’Malley has transformed into some sort of giant goo monster!Captain Zimball: So what? We in a submarine.DoctorDerangemo: Haven’t you listened to a word I said?! It’s an air submarine! It can’t survive in this sort of atmosphere for long! The hull integrity is already being compromised!Captain Zimball: Well, shit. We’re sinking to the bottom, here.[As the various challengers outside attack the monstrous form of Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew, the shockwaves are magnified through his gelatinous form, each one causing the ship to rock more and more violently. DoctorDerangemo stands and sways with the ship, humming quietly.]Mister Lucky: Where’s Villain and Smidgen?Diamond Destiny: Why do you care about those two when I’m… [Diamond Destiny slinks up to Mister Lucky and grabs his bowtie.] right… [she pulls on the bow-tie, causing her nose to touch Mister Lucky’s.] here?[Mister Lucky stands up, his bow-tie snapping off. He pulls another one from his jacket pocket and ties it as he exits the cockpit.]Mister Lucky: I’m going to go check on them! Something rotten is going on![As Mister Lucky leaves, Diamond Destiny crosses her arms and puts out her lips in a pout. Her eyes glance over DoctorDerangemo momentarily, but then settle upon Captain Zimball, valiantly trying to stabalize the air submarine. She takes a deep breath and walks over, sitting beside him. He flashes her a quick, worried smile. Mister Lucky enters the kitchen and sees the Righteous Smidgen lying on the ground, a knife in his throat. He pulls the knife out and sighs heavily. In the cockpit, other more supposedly sexy things are happening.]DoctorDerangemo: We’re going to crash! Hahahaha!! Isn’t this FUN?!Captain Zimball: No, this shit ain’t fun at all! The hell’s goin’ on out there?![Diamond Destiny grips for Captain Zimball’s crotch, but Captain Zimball moves fast enough to avoid her errant hand.]Captain Zimball: Damn, girl, shit ain’t right. We about to die!Diamond Destiny: I don’t care! I’ve never had a black man before, and I won’t die without experiencing the joys of one!Captain Zimball: I ain’t never had a white girl before, neither…[Neither really caring or knowing that the other one is lying, Captain Zimball looks deep into Diamond Destiny’s glittering green eyes, and she into his dark brown eyes. Without warning, the air submarine dives as Captain Zimball and Diamond Destiny meet in a lusty embrace. DoctorDerangemo stands by and watches for a moment as the two strip naked before him. DoctorDerangemo‘s expression goes from disgusted to blank, then his eyes light up.]DoctorDerangemo: That reminds me! I need to clean the oven! Off to the kitchen![As DoctorDerangemo leaves, he passes an irate Mister Lucky in the hallway, holding a bloody knife. DoctorDerangemo thinks for a moment about what he should think about this, but then remembers that the over needs cleaning. When he reaches the kitchen, he ignores the lifeless body of the Righteous Smidgen and goes right for the stove, only to laugh heartily.]DoctorDerangemo: Silly me! I forgot the oven was self-cleaning! I’ll go see what Charles and Kraven are up to![As DoctorDerangemo goes to follow Mister Lucky, the latter hears the sounds of lasers. Mister Lucky scowls and begins to run, stopping himself before he enters the cockpit, and he walks in silently, and leans agains the wall nonchalantly.]Mister Lucky: I knew I’d find you here, Agent Villain. Time to put and end to your evil once and for all!Agent Villain: Man against man, eh? Or are you another clone? Do you even know?Mister Lucky: I’m the real deal! You forgot this in the kitchen, by the way![Mister Lucky throws the knife and it whizzes through the air, right past Agent Villain’s head. Agent Villain doesn’t even flinch, only reaching over and taking the knife, wiping the blood off on Captain Zimball’s discarded coat, and placing it back in its sheath. Mister Lucky stands at the doorway, with DoctorDerangemo standing behind him.]DoctorDerangemo: Oh, goody! This should be a sight![Mister Lucky and Agent Villain walk calmly towards each other, and when they meet in the center of the cockpit, Agent Villain lashes out with a right hook. Mister Lucky blocks, smiles, and jabs at Agent Villain. This move is also blocked, but immediately followed by another quick jab from Mister Lucky. Agent Villain catches his fist and attempts to bring his elbow down upon Mister Lucky’s arm in an attempt to break it. Mister Lucky responds by punching him directly in the face. Agent Villain staggers back, fresh blood trickling from his nose.]DoctorDerangemo: Boring![Agent Villain uses one of the cockpit’s chairs to launch himself at Mister Lucky, who attempts to dodge but is taken down. Agent Villain turns and starts to pummel Mister Lucky, taking his bowler hat and smashing it upon his face, breaking the hat and the glasses in the process. Mister Lucky uses an old martial arts move taught to him by the monks of Uhld to fling Agent Villain against the wall. Both combatants quickly get to their feet. Mister Lucky tosses aside the bowler hat and broken glasses.]Mister Lucky: You did me a favor there. I hate that hat.DoctorDerangemo: I’ve seen more violence at the ballet![Agent Villain doesn’t respond, instead leaping on top of the table and jumping off of it with a roundhouse kick. Mister Lucky catches his foot in mid-kick and slams Agent Villain against one of the ship’s consoles. Sparks fly from the console.]Agent Villain: So you’re farsighted then?Mister Lucky: You honestly think I would make myself immortal but leave my eyesight as less than perfect?DoctorDerangemo: Oh dear, has this suddenly become “The View”?[Agent Villain shrugs, and Mister Lucky runs at him, leaping at him, fist ready to punch. Agent Villain easily sidesteps this and Mister Lucky’s fist sinks into the circuitry. Agent Villain steps behind him and begins smashing Mister Lucky’s face into the console. After doing this half a dozen times, Mister Lucky’s face is cut and bleeding, his nose broken, his eyes swollen. Agent Villain, meanwhile, has only a bloodied nose.]Mister Lucky: Little help, Derangemo?Agent Villain: The only thing he’ll be helping with is getting rid of your body![Agent Villain takes out his knife and tries to stab Mister Lucky in the back, but DoctorDerangemo, after giving it some thought, pulls out an odd-looking gun and points it at the two brawlers. He pulls the trigger, letting loose a blinding flash of light and horrible disorienting noise. Agent Villain plunges his knife into the console and grabs his ears, while Mister Lucky uses the opportunity to free himself from the console and gain higher ground, thin trickles of blood coming from his ears and nose. After his ears have stopped ringing, Agent Villain turns to Mister Lucky, completely forgetting about his knife, and lets loose a primal scream, launching himself at Mister Lucky. As Agent Villain leaps, DoctorDerangemo pulls the trigger again and again, laughing all the while, marveling at the Hiroshima shadows being left on the walls of the air submarine, which is still being bombarded with shockwaves from the outside. The stream of blood from Mister Lucky’s ears has gone from a trickle to a stream, but he powers through, dodging Agent Villain’s attacks and looking around, trying to find something to give him an edge. Suddenly, Agent Villain realizes that he could easily keep the upper hand if he did one thing, and in one smooth movement he pulls out his gun and shoots DoctorDerangemo, who continues laughing and shooting his gun for a few moments until he realizes that he’s been shot.]DoctorDerangemo: Oh dear.[DoctorDerangemo falls to the ground and Agent Villain allows himself a small smile. He turns to Mister Lucky, who should have been by the console, but Mister Lucky swings from a beam in the ceiling, knocking Agent Villain on the console. The spy initially begins to laugh, as this ploy is obviously the last desperate chance of a dying man. However, he then feels a sharp pain tear into his back. Mister Lucky stands in front of him.]Mister Lucky: You keep leaving your knife lying around, Villain. This way, you’ll never lose it again.[Agent Villain looks down and sees the sharp, thin point of his knife sticking through his stomach. He is initially shocked, but then smiles and starts to laugh maniacally, his skin drying out and hair becoming stringy, almost like cobwebs. Soon, no more sound comes from Agent Villain’s withered body, now looking like it’s been a corpse for a very long time. As the head slumps over, an earpiece falls out of its ear. Mister Lucky picks it up.]Mister Lucky: Should have known he’d send a clone. Looks like you got the last laugh this time, Villain.[Mister Lucky coughs up some blood and sits down in the cockpit. Outside, he sees Shoshy Raphael, Baggy Satan, and Edwin Cloudstar flying upwards, Edwin Cloudstar carrying a Purple Lamp bomb. He knows that, between the injuries sustained during the fight and this new development, he doesn’t have long to live.]Mister Lucky: Glad Derangemo brought the Atlantean gun. Really came through in the end there, Doc.[As Mister Lucky salutes DoctorDerangemo‘s body, he notices that his own hand is rapidly becoming dried and withered. His unswollen eye goes wide.]Mister Lucky: I’m a clone? But… but for how long? Dear God, for how long — ![Mister Lucky’s now dried and withered body slumps over onto the console. Soon after, his body is unceremoniously pushed out of the chair by DoctorDerangemo, sparks flying from his chest.]DoctorDerangemo: Tsk tsk. Clones are so unreliable, but robot doubles —[In Castle Valerium, the real DoctorDerangemo sits at a table, eating a sandwich and sitting at what appears to be a heavily modified Virtual Boy, wearing a headset with microphone.]DoctorDerangemo: — robot doubles will last forever if you take care of them. Sadly, your time has come.[The robot DoctorDerangemo takes the wheel of the air submarine and pilots a direct course towards Baggy Jesus O’Mally the Jew’s damaged brain. As the ship moves forward, DoctorDerangemo pushes a set of colored lights in a sequence, not unlike the game “Simon”, and the self-destruct sequence is activated. As the air submarine reaches the brain, so does Edwin Cloudstar, and the ship self-destructs as the Purple Lamp bomb goes off. With this final act, the ship cauterizes the brain’s wounds, and coupled with the explosion of the Purple Lamp bomb, puts Baggy Jesus O’Malley the Jew on the fast track to recovery. Will it be enough to stop the rampaging giant from destroying the rest of the challengers? Tune in tomorrow to find out.]